One day you wake up and you realize that minutes, hours, days and years have passed by. You look in the mirror, blink and cannot recognize yourself. Your 24 hours of life by day become compromise. You try and try to become the person your significant other wants and needs when in reality you feel slighted because they fell in love with the person you were when you first met. However, somehow that's not good enough now. You now seem not good enough. How does this happen?
The holidays and social media are the worst. Around every corner is a happy couple, or a seemingly happy couple. Planning vacations and which parent's home to visit first for Christmas. You sit on your bench, looking at these couples while sipping your soda and nibbling on your Anntie Anne's pretzel wondering, why couldn't that be me? Am I that flawed that no one in this world could love me? Love me for Me?
Sometimes it seems like the "problems" occurring in a relationship are one sided, yet there are always two sides to a story. Is there a scientific moment when the love notes stop, the caring stares cease, simple touches no longer linger and the very love that drew you together has been squeezed from those very pupils.
So how does one save what was once the best thing that ever happened? When a lie is a lie is a truth is a truth to a lie. When no matter what you do, you will be forever in the wrong. I fell to the silent miscommunication. When instead of speaking my mind, I would always know that no matter the truths, I would always be in the wrong. Nothing I could say would be to the value my one would demand. I had to realize and own up to the fact the I will never be his person.
So here you sit, without a best friend, without your most crucial arm, without the person who makes your heart beat and yet... you will never be TRULY significant to that person. You will always be the way out. The way out of their own faults by cutinizing your own. How many times do you say I will not be myself, I will not learn my own lessons and I will abide by all of which you ask of me because in my eyes, I will be without... My best friend, my most crucial arm and the pump which makes my heart beat. When will enough be enough? Why can't we all just continue to give and receive. Why is there always a straight line. Life is nothing but jagged lines continuing to become a line given to another jagged yet purposefully jagged line.
This Is My Rant. ~Blondesheep
The holidays and social media are the worst. Around every corner is a happy couple, or a seemingly happy couple. Planning vacations and which parent's home to visit first for Christmas. You sit on your bench, looking at these couples while sipping your soda and nibbling on your Anntie Anne's pretzel wondering, why couldn't that be me? Am I that flawed that no one in this world could love me? Love me for Me?
Sometimes it seems like the "problems" occurring in a relationship are one sided, yet there are always two sides to a story. Is there a scientific moment when the love notes stop, the caring stares cease, simple touches no longer linger and the very love that drew you together has been squeezed from those very pupils.
So how does one save what was once the best thing that ever happened? When a lie is a lie is a truth is a truth to a lie. When no matter what you do, you will be forever in the wrong. I fell to the silent miscommunication. When instead of speaking my mind, I would always know that no matter the truths, I would always be in the wrong. Nothing I could say would be to the value my one would demand. I had to realize and own up to the fact the I will never be his person.
So here you sit, without a best friend, without your most crucial arm, without the person who makes your heart beat and yet... you will never be TRULY significant to that person. You will always be the way out. The way out of their own faults by cutinizing your own. How many times do you say I will not be myself, I will not learn my own lessons and I will abide by all of which you ask of me because in my eyes, I will be without... My best friend, my most crucial arm and the pump which makes my heart beat. When will enough be enough? Why can't we all just continue to give and receive. Why is there always a straight line. Life is nothing but jagged lines continuing to become a line given to another jagged yet purposefully jagged line.
This Is My Rant. ~Blondesheep